I recently finished and have started reading again the best example of the old saying, “You can’t judge a book by its cover” that I’ve ever had in my hands.
The cover is a beautiful photograph of an old gristmill and the book title laid over the photo is Eastern Kentucky Short Stories 1760 – 1960. The author’s name, Maynard Cornett Adams, is printed at bottom of the photo.
At first glance, I’m thinking I’m probably looking at another collection of Jack tales or perhaps a compilation of Appalachian Kentucky short fiction pieces spanning two centuries, because the book feels thick and heavy enough to contain the best of both with room to spare.
Propped up in bed four hours later at 2 a.m., my